Step one, two and three

The light
At the end
Of the tunnel
Is getting closer
Getting brighter
By the second

A new year
Has begun
But the birds
Seem to chirp
The same way

A child
Has just tasted
Mud for the
First time
Ask him
What gourmet is

A vibration
Carrying with it
Light
Has pushed the
Existence to
Become bigger
Than it was
As it was
A second ago

A mother
Has stopped outside
A toy shop
Looking at a toy
Her child wanted
And this time
She wants to
Surprise her

A vulture
Has spotted
A dead dear

An eye
Has seen
A glimpse of
God
A glimpse of
Me and a glimpse
Of you
A glimpse of nature
A glimpse of truth

A seed has just
Germinated

Weed has been
Terminated
They call it medicine
Now

Time has been
A lonely traveller
Being judged
For what it is
By others

But time itself
Is the water
To the seed
The hope
Of a child

The honey
From the bees
The rain
For the sad
Spring for the free
The step one, two and three

Birth life and death

The detached leaf
From the tree

Let us all assemble
Now
And begin to live
As one.